Poetry suppressed the excitement in her heart, and stared down at her empty rice bowl.

As long as Shen Yunjiao eats it, even if her mouth gets the soup, it is enough to kill.

The poem tries to be as calm as possible, and the province falls short at this most critical juncture.

Poetry lowered her head, but watched as her empty bowl was moved to the side and another in front of her.

In the bowl, there was the piece of steamed pork that Shen Yunjiao had just sandwiched.

Shishi raised his head in surprise and suspicion, looked at Shen Yunjiao and asked with a reluctant smile, "Girl, is this ......?"

Shen Yunjiao explained softly: "I don't have much appetite, can you taste it, is it delicious?" ”

The poem lowered her eyes to hide the horror in her eyes, "The slave does not dare to eat." ”

After a moment of rapid spinning in her mind, she stood up and smiled flatteringly: "If the girl has no appetite, the slave maid will clean up the table." ”

Shen Yunjiao raised her hand, grabbed Shishi's wrist, stubbornly pulled her to sit down, and said with a smile: "What's the hurry? I don't have an appetite, don't you either? Later, you will have to serve the old lady, and eat a little more. You taste it, it tastes good. ”

Shen Yunjiao's apricot eyes showed a slight mocking smile, "Or do you dare not eat it?" ”

Her slightly raised tone made the poetry so frightened that her chopsticks fell to the ground.

The poem froze in place, and the limbs were filled with a bone-chilling cold.

Shen Yunjiao glanced at Qingyu, who walked up to the poetry with a pair of clean chopsticks, "Poetry, use this pair." ”

Shen Yunjiao pushed the bowl with steamed pork in front of the poem, urging, "Eat it quickly?" ”

Poetry only felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead, slipping down and pressing down on her eyelashes.

She swept her eyes and immediately saw the green leaves standing on the side, staring at her.

Cuiye is skilled, and the strength in his hands is also great.

Poetry has no doubt that if she refuses to use her chopsticks, Cuiye will definitely help her.

This posture, coupled with Shen Yunjiao's ambiguous words, could it be that Shen Yunjiao noticed something?

Poetry was so frightened by the thought of herself that she almost fell off her chair.

Shen Yunjiao chuckled, patiently waiting for the poem to make a move.

The poem lowered his head, and only after a while did he hold back a sentence: "Slave maid...... Not hungry ......"

Shen Yunjiao shook her head lightly, unable to hide her disappointment: "It seems that I can only let Cuiye come, Cuiye, help your poetry sister." ”

Cuiye rolled up her sleeves and said with a full temperament: "Okay! The slave promised to let Sister Poetry eat this bowl of tamales! ”

Looking at the green leaves that were slowly approaching, the poem was finally scared.

She slid off the chair and knelt in front of Shen Yunjiao, her eyes full of fear: "Do you know everything?" ”

Otherwise, why did Shen Yunjiao have to eat tamales.

She only moved her hands and feet in this tamale, and the other dishes were good.

Shen Yunjiao's hands were folded on her knees, her hands were snow-white, and she had not yet been stained with a drop of blood.

"What do I know?" Shen Yunjiao asked with a smile.

The poem was stagnant, and I was confused.

Could it be that she is overthinking? Or did she take advantage of this opportunity to take the initiative to speak out about her mistakes first.

If she takes the initiative to confide, maybe Shen Yunjiao will be able to open up.

She was extremely entangled in her heart, as if she was being roasted on a fire, and the sweat on her forehead became more and more.

Shen Yunjiao smiled faintly, took a pair of clean chopsticks, and ate the meal, except for the steamed pork, of course.

As soon as Shi Shi looked up, he saw Shen Yunjiao eating as usual, and he was immediately drained of his strength and sat on the ground softly.

Shen Yunjiao, sure enough, she knows everything.

She kowtowed desperately, her forehead was red and swollen, "The slave knows that she is wrong, please spare the slave this time!" Even if you don't bypass the slave, please raise your noble hand and spare the slave's sister, she is innocent and doesn't know anything! ”

Shen Yunjiao put down her chopsticks, and the handkerchief wiped her mouth slowly.

"Since you're afraid, why do you want to help the second lady?"

The poem was speechless for a while, and my heart was in disgrace.

She knew that this time she helped Second Mrs. Su to attack Shen Yunjiao, Shen Yunjiao would not let her go, maybe even her sister would have to solve it together.

She asked with a frustrated expression, "How did you find out?" ”

Shen Yunjiao chuckled and said, "Since you have already betrayed the old lady once, do you think I will trust you wholeheartedly?" You're always being watched. ”

The poem smiled wryly and was speechless.

Also, once she has the reputation of being a traitor, who would dare to use her with confidence?

She was so frightened that she grabbed the hem of her clothes with both hands, and begged bitterly: "The slave and maid only have one last request, let the slave and the maid be buried with their sister......"

Shen Yunjiao interrupted her, "I didn't say I wanted you to die, I'll give you a chance to atone for your crimes." If you know something I don't know, maybe I'll spare your sister. ”

There was a light in the gray eyes of the poetry, and she thought hard, but Shen Yunjiao didn't bother her.

Qingyu and Cuiye also held their breath, and the heavy breathing of the province disrupted the thoughts of the poem.

The poem racked his brains and thought about it for a while, and finally thought of something, and his voice couldn't help but be sharp because of excitement.

"The slave knows where the second lady's harmful medicine comes from!"

*

In the second room, because Su Lanxin likes all kinds of flowers, as long as there is soil in the second room, one or two plants will be planted.

When the weather is warm, it is especially pleasing to the eye.

Those guests who came to the second room had to praise Second Mrs. Su and Su Lanxin's ingenuity.

But at this time, Second Mrs. Su had no intention of appreciating it.

She sat by the window, her eyes fixed on the door of the courtyard, carefully observing the maids coming in and out.

If Shen Yunjiao died, there would definitely be a maid to tell her.

According to how much Old Madam Su attaches importance to Shen Yunjiao, she will definitely not let Shen Yunjiao die in vain.

When the time comes, she just needs to push out the poems and act as a substitute for the dead.

solved Shen Yunjiao and poetry at once, and she was still the noble second lady of the Su family.

Su Lanxin was still able to get her wish and marry into the Qin family.

Now, just waiting for the messenger to come.

“…… Madame, what's wrong with you? Second Mrs. Su's henchman Mother Luo was talking to Second Mrs. Su about things, but after talking for a while, Second Mrs. Su didn't react.

Second Mrs. Su turned her head, "It's nothing, where did you go?" ”

Mother Luo also pretended not to see the abnormality of Second Lady Su, and continued: "The maid lotus next to the third lady is old, and she begged the slave last night, saying that she wanted to go home. The old slave looked at the lotus flower and worked hard all these years and did not make any mistakes. The old slave dared to ask for a favor for the lotus flower. ”

Second Mrs. Su was not interested, and said absentmindedly: "This matter, I have to ask Xin'er what she means, what about Xin'er?" ”

(End of chapter)